In contemplating her breast expansion, Lucie was intrigued by the “Slut Tits” option. They were a little bigger than she had first thought about – they would make her look a *bit* like a cow – but they looked very natural, and they were significantly cheaper than some of the smaller, faker implants.
“Discount only available to good girls who don’t ask questions,” said the ad, which should have been a warning sign, but she was working on a very limited budget and felt she needed bigger tits if she was every going to get a boyfriend.
After the surgery, she was delighted with the weight and feel of her new fuckbags. She felt a bit funny – a bit off balance – but she dismissed it.
What she wasn’t aware of was the small capsules buried in each tit, slowly releasing a drug into her body that made her more aroused, more stupid and more suggestible. And when the capsule registered from her body rhythms that she was asleep, it would start to emit a barely audible signal, a buzzing white noise with suggestions buried inside it.
“Be a good girl,” it hummed to her as she slept. “Show them your tits. Show them your pussy. Play with your pussy. Suck their cocks. Beg them to cum inside you. You’re a dumb little cow. Giggle when you’re confused. You get wet when you’re treated like an object. You cum from being raped. Good little cow. Dumb little slut.”
It was barely a week later, at a friend’s pool party, that she first revealed her new self. She was talking to four boys, who all seemed enraptured by her giant new tits, and she found herself casually taking her boobs out of her bikini, which didn’t really fit anymore anyway.
A part of her mind sounded the alarm at exposing herself in public, but her conscious mind tuned it out. She giggled, a stupid little noise that she didn’t recall ever making before. As the boys all marvelled at her bare tits, she then reached down, pushed aside the crotch of her briefs, and spread her shaved cunt open for them to look at.
Now part of her was screaming. What was she doing? This was so whorish. She giggled again, and started to fingerfuck herself as the boys watched. She could see the look in the boys’ eyes changing, as they mentally reclassified her from a person they wanted to talk to into a thing they wanted to rape. She moaned involuntarily as her pussy became sopping wet.
Other people were looking at her now, many in open disgust. “God, what a slut,” she heard a girl who she had thought of as a friend whisper. “That’s so gross,” said someone else. She wanted to stop masturbating, to run and hide, but found she couldn’t.
“Would you like me to suck your cocks?” she purred. “Would you like to cum inside me?”
The boys wouldn’t, she knew – not here, in public. But she would just keep masturbating and playing with her tits, and eventually everyone else would go home, or the boys would lead her outside, and then they could use her, like the dumb little cow she was, and it would feel *so good*, even though her mind would tell her she was being raped and she should be crying, and those thoughts would make her cum, squealing loudly like a whorish animal…
She sighed. She was *very* pleased with her new Slut Tits. She knew she was pleased, because her tits told her she was every night in her sleep…
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